notabluesbro | 22nd Confession [Action/Voice]

[For the past two nights, Wolfwood'd been dreaming some pretty odd things. The first night consisted of... giant robot spiders... and—Vash, what the hell are you doing in his dreams? And why are we storming a place full of bandits? And his sister, he dreamed of her as well... He's never had such vivid images pass his vision before. Not just vivid, but so unusual. And then 'memories' he when he was a child...

No. No... Why would he ever dream of something like this?

The second night consisted of a lot of disjointed 'dreams', too, but the worst one—the worst one—woke him out of a dead sleep and kept him awake for most of the night; he took a calm, quiet walk around his apartments to calm him down, but what met his eyes wasn't entirely calming. A creature. He was sure of it. The outline was inhuman, and its eyes.... For a moment he was frozen in surprise, and then sequentially frozen in panic. But it just stared blankly for another moment and ran off into the dark.

He remained awake to keep an eye out. If there really was something unnatural in the forest, he wanted to make sure it didn't try anything stupid, even if he couldn't do much about it. As the morning sun hits Luceti, he runs a handful of hair through his fingers and decides he should bring it up. After all, everyone else seemed to be having dreams. He was curious, for their sake and his.]

[Voice]

Has anyone... seen anything in the forest? A creature. I think I ran into something in the night that definitely isn't a regular around here...

[a beat, and then, lots of questions for lots of people]

[Filtered to the family (aka anyone he would check in on)]

Hey you guys, are you all doing all right? Having any weird dreams lately, like the others?

[Voice//Filtered to Vash]

Hey, needle noggin. Can I speak with you for a sec?

[Voice//Filtered to Amelia]

... Amelia. This is Wolfwood. Can you spare me a little of your time, if you wouldn't mind?

[After he makes those calls, he returns to the church for post-festival cleaning up... and sighs, tired. Something just felt wrong—and he worried for what it all meant. Shifts in Luceti are usually aggravating yes, sometimes a hurtful pain, but... for it to enter dreams, it was a first for him. As he cleans everything up to the way it was, he thinks about all the images that burrowed into his mind. No, he's had a good family, and a relatively peaceful life. What's with that cross—??

Once again he goes outside for a cigarette, but he sits on the church steps with his elbows at his knees and his gaze downcast. Deep in his own thoughts. Same old Nicholas. Must've got it from his father...]

((ooc: Wolfwood quota all filled up @_@; Ian, Sayo, and Elicia might be posting to the log for dream/beasty-related stuff))

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A lot of things.

[Nothing she wants to detail. Nothing she wants to think about so much, but that she hasn't been able to stop turning over in her mind. Amelia doesn't bother to deny it, and she means to leave it at that--but with all the horrible things, the suspicions and the doubts her dreams have given her, they've also shown her other people she knows, and trusts.

Vash is one. And the other is the priest.]

You're in them--some of them.

... [Right.] You're in some of mine, too. We were going after someone—you hired me as your bodyguard.

[And your brother? He was dead...]

My dad.

[It's the same. How in the Valley could it be the same?]

I didn't pay you very well.

[... How.]

Not much at all.

[Why?]

But I guess breakfast counted as a second payment.

Yeah...

[And suddenly everything that's been weighing down on her presses harder, and Amelia drops to her knees. She's still awake, thank God, but there's an absence in her eyes.]

What does it mean?

I don't know. [He really doesn't. He has thoughts, questions, images, but he doesn't know what it all means. The dreams ranged from ridiculous to overwhelmingly real in their brutality: the child version of himself—why was he dreaming those things?

Who was that man he'd shot?

He runs a hand through his bangs.]

... But for some reason, people's dreams are connecting. That much is starting to become clear.

[Amelia nods slowly at his reasoning. Connecting--overlapping people and events, details so specific that it seems more like memories. That's the part that scares her most, and Amelia swallows, her mouth suddenly dry.

She doesn't want to ask it, the question forming in her mind. She still doesn't know for sure, because the dreams about him have been the most vague. But she knows Wolfwood is connected, somehow. Just like he's said.]

Has Legato been in any of your dreams?

[He doesn't speak for a moment. Because it seems so damn difficult to really believe...]

A short one. Not in the desert, but here. In the forest.

[I shot him.]

He didn't seem to like me too much.

He's that way with most people.

[But not with her, right? Amelia hesitates, her gaze drifting down as she tries to piece together words.]

I had a dream with him here too. [She shouldn't say it. Shouldn't.] He terrified me.

[...]

Yeah—he terrified me, too...

He even tried to kill me.

What?! No, he wouldn't do that.

[Not the Legato she knows. Like the father she knows won't rob people, or abandon his family to thieves and cowards.

But what about the ones in the dreams?]

This is insane.

It is. It's absolutely crazy...

[He doesn't say anymore than that. It's almost too difficult to continue with any single one of his trains of thought.]

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